Chapter 10 The Fool Bumblebee
Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, contemplating the bowl of sugary sweets before him. He plucked one out and unwrapped it, popping it into his mouth. Humming an old muggle song to himself to try and calm his rage, he flipped through a few documents set before him on his desk. A knock was heard at the door, and Albus hastily sent the documents to a filing cabinet on the left wall, the drawers opening and shutting almost silently.
"Enter," he said, almost politely, working to school that grandfatherly expression onto his face.
The door swung open and Minerva McGonigall bustled in. There was a stern expression on her face as she shut the door, but then again, when wasn't there? She turned to face him with folded arms, one eyebrow raising.
"So," the Scotswoman said slowly, "You said you would visit wee Harry's home today. Did you find anything of interest, anything amiss?"
"I can assure you Minerva that little Harry is doing just fine with the Dursleys," lied Albus, who was fuming that only now his instruments had informed him that Harry was not present at number four Privit Drive. "He's a healthy, happy boy."
He of course had no idea that the last statement was true. For all he knew, Harry could be anywhere. To say he was beyond irate was an understatement. He only hoped that wherever little Harry was, he was in a place where he was indeed being mistreated, though Albus hoped, not to obscurous levels.
"Did you go in and see the boy?" Minerva asked?
"I thought it wiser to watch from a location where I might not frighten the family," Albus said. "From what I witnessed, Harry and his cousin played well together and then had a snack."
Minerva was about to raise a protest about this stalker like behavior, and Albus couldn't have that. He worked a little discrete magic, making her think it was a good idea, then sent her on her way. He felt a brief pang of remorse but it was like the feeling you get when you're out of sweets but then remember there are more in the top drawer.
The next place Albus had gone to was Remus's. The wards hadn't been taken care of since over a year ago. Any food in the house had been carefully removed, as well as the dishes, except for those which were in too bad of repair. The bed was still there but the pillow and bedspread was gone, leaving behind the threadbare blankets. Remus was not in a hurry to leave, but was definitely not coming back it seamed.
Where else could Albus go? Sirius was still in Azkaban, of that he was sure. When he scoured Petunia's mind for any knowledge that she had read his letter, there was none. She hadn't even picked up Harry from the doorstep on November first morning.
Albus suddenly snapped his fingers as a thought came to him. Petunia Dursley's lawn had turned into an untameable bog. He pulled out a catalogue from a drawer in one of the cabinets to the right of him. This one was dated back a few months, but it would still have the information he saught.
Flipping through the catalogue, Albus ignored other interesting articles until he found the one he was looking for. He read through it, and yes, this banshee had discovered what her tears could do to the ground. She had a mailing service, which was interestingly enough, set up in Noctern Alley.
"Alright then, Miss Miralene," said Albus out loud, "Time to see what you are made of."
A/N Hello beautiful souls. I hope you like this chapter and let me know any ways the scenes between Miralene could play out. Next chapter of course we go back to how Mira saved Newt's life. Again please let me know who or what you'd like to see in this story. Thank you for the favorites and follows. I hope I did an accurate POV of Dumbledore. Rosebloom
